Admit it, when your child is so happy taking a shower in dirt while wearing his nicest clothes and can't believe that you'd ever be disgruntled about it, or when he offers his boogers to a friend at the playground, or when he screams with delight because his favorite pair of underwear comes out of the wash, you are reminded that children are crazy. The fork that was the best yesterday is now the yucky one. Everything that is special is now to be called "blue." So much screaming, both happy and sad, so many things that you wish you'd write in the baby book or save to laugh about later, so many arguments about which end is up, and so many tears over three drops of water. Children are amazing, enthusiastic, curious, wild creatures.
God saw fit to teach me a thing or two about childhood and so he blessed me with anxiety.
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About the only time I worry about modesty for my children is when they are getting ready to bathe, and manage to escape to run about the house in bare-naked freedom. We have big windows, and it's a little much. I do think a great deal about modesty in regards to myself though. Far from being a standard you pass or fail in the clothing department, it is a virtue.
For me, modesty is about honor : honoring others and honoring myself. It is a desire to recognize the dignity of all. Now what is honor anymore? |
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